An authentic artist mortgages his time, his money, his unique perspective and his privacy to make an offering for the general brotherhood of man. But the tragedy of art is that so often its gifts are consumed without a true showing of gratitude or reciprocation from society. The artist is therefore left marginalized, impoverished and full of doubt as to the value of his creations, while those who have benefited from his exquisite labor trudge clumsily towards their next victim. Even worse still, his work may fail to find any audience at all.
If you’ve ever experienced unrequited love, then you know how the artist feels beneath this most painful brand of heartbreak; it is perhaps what has driven so many of our brightest luminaries to extinguish their own flames prematurely. And yet despite this suffering, most artists march forth in pursuit of the truth, as they must, for without their conviction, it would not exist.
With that being said, here's a song from my friend, the artist, David Ramirez: